When I finally see his cock, my breath catches.
Holy shit.
He's huge, thick, and hard as hell.
My throat goes dry, and my stomach flips with a mix of desire and nerves.
"Octavian, we shouldn't. You'll be fired if anyone finds out.”
“I don't fucking care,” he says. “You're mine Keira and I won't stop until I've tasted every last inch of you,” he continues before kissing me again, swallowing whatever protest I was about to make.
His tongue claims every inch of my mouth while his hands hook into my pants.
He rips them down my legs along with my soaked underwear, tossing them aside as he sits up on his knees, looking at me spread out beneath him, completely bare.
His fingers graze my entrance, sliding up and down my wetness. He brings his finger to his lips and licks it.
"Perfect and delicious," he says, then grabs his cock and slides the tip along my entrance.
I gasp. I'm not ready. I'm too tight. He's too big.
He climbs back over me like he's going to ruin me and settles between my thighs, sliding just the tip in. I gasp, tensing immediately.
He's too big.
"Wait." My hands fly to his shoulders, trying to push him back. "It's too much."
But he doesn't stop. He leans down, his mouth at my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
"You can take it. Be a good girl."
He pushes in another inch, slow but relentless, and I whimper. I shift up and try to move away, out from under him.
His hand grips my hip, holding me in place.
"Don't run from me."
I shake my head, gasping. "Octavian, I can't?—"
"Yes, you can," he growls, leaving no room for argument. “You want this don't you?”
“Yes,” I say trembling, “more than anything.”
"Then take all of me, Keira."
He thrusts in deeper, and I cry out, half pain, half pleasure, my body stretching around him in a way that's almost painful.
He doesn't stop. Doesn't slow down. He pulls back and slams into me, and my body jerks from the force.
I try to scramble back, my hands pressing against his chest, but he just follows me, driving into me deeper, forcing me to take every thick inch.
He slams in again, harder this time, burying himself all the way inside me.
I try to push at his shoulders, overwhelmed.
"Relax baby, you're so tight," he growls, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand.
He sets a brutal, punishing pace. Each thrust is like he's trying to fuck the defiance right out of me.
